Slowly 9/1/25

I can hear him calling my name.

I know he’s not here, physically, with me, but this used to happen when he was here. I’d be in the kitchen, and have to stop what I was doing to go back to the second bedroom that he used as his “office”, to find out what he needed.

He hadn’t called me.

But, I heard him call my name.

I wish he were still here to call my name hundreds of times a day.

Until next time, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.